At a glance, Lord Kerrigan could see "Mademoiselle Magda" was a cardsharp. But when the gypsy fortune teller accurately predicted the defeat of his prize racehorse, his noble visage darkened. For Kerrigan knew the race had been fixed--but not by whom. The cheating wench must know the London underworld, and he vowed to make her route to revenge. If he could just withstand the temptation of her luscious attributes!